 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
First place was the gates. The beginning of every journey at Hogwarts, so it may as well have been the beginning of his journey through the Potions final. Suitable, albeit an uncomfortable reminder of the things to come.
Sabel didn't notice the stack of newspapers immediately, his eyes trailing up the metal gates to their very tip. Hands in his pockets, he frowned at the barbs, not trusting himself to look through. What lay beyond was what was waiting for him in a short period of time. He would be on the other side and it would be near impossible to return. The realization was uncomfortable and sobering, turning his eyes over his shoulder to glance at the castle. In the few years he had been at Hogwarts, leaving permanently had never been a concept that had held any reality. He always returned, it was always waiting. Like home. Like his family had been.
And in an instant, it was all changing. Drastically and without pause or consideration for those it plowed through. Time moved too fast. That was a fact. If he could have managed another year at Hogwarts, he wouldn't have hesitated. But then, if he could have managed another minute with those he loved, he would have taken it and at the same time, it would have made the last minute they shared somehow less important. Was it the same with Hogwarts? Would it be the same throughout the rest of his life?
Moments in time, simply present for an instance before another overtook them. A movement that was supposed to make you appreciate, to value, to remember. It was reality, but it was painful.
And that pain had him shaking his head, swallowing the lump in his throat and turning his attention back to the task at hand. Away from that approaching moment. Away from memories. Just here. Just now. Nothing else.
Until he saw the newspapers. Then the wrenching was back and a heavy frown furrowed his brow. Since when were newspapers delivered to the front of Hogwarts? Especially inside the gates? Then again, he had never seen how they were delivered before, but he would have assumed by owl or some such method. Not front door delivery. Or maybe it was a trick of the Ministry, a new implementation for the new education that was in store for the Wizarding community.
His frown deepened with unease as he approached the papers, only to have him sighing with a heavy gust of air. Potions newspapers. Black and white and to read just like the Potions list said. Not news of the wizarding world. Not news of the ministry or the school. Just potions. Leaning over Sabel pulled a copy from the top, turning it briefly in his hands before folding it. Trust potions to remain constantly deceiving and controversial.
Another sigh as he turned his back on the gates. Perhaps he would get a chance to read the articles before it was all over. Take his mind away from everything else, because for all of its deceiving qualities, potions were a constant source of reality and distracting in that consistency. Something he might be needing very soon.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |